Six Little Words

SIX LITTLE WORDS

 

Book 1

Chapter 2

 

     His “I see” hung in the air for a few moments, and then she began to cry.  He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him as he sat down of sofa.  She buried her face in his chest and bawled.  “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”  He held her closer and held her tighter.  Her hair was pulled back in a long braid with a large white bow at the nape of her neck.  He could see the back of the tall leather collar.  It closed with three buckles, from each hung a small padlock.  “Tell me about the police” he said in a soothing voice.  “Are you in trouble?”  “Noooo” she sobbed.  “No, you’re not in trouble, or no, you won’t tell me about it?”  “No, I’m not in trouble.”  She cried some more.  “One of my neighbors must have seen me.”  Then a pause, the words were coming out in short gasps, between the sobs.  “Two teenage girls were fighting really loudly in the alley.”  She sobbed some more.  “I peeked out to see what was going on.  Someone must have seen me and called the police.  They thought I was being kidnapped.  I didn’t know what to do when they came.”  “How did they know you were all chained up if you just peeked out the window?” he asked.  She cried some more and pointed to the coffee table in front of them.  Jim hadn’t noticed the item laying there.  It was a rectangle of leather about three inches high and five inches wide.  It had inch wide straps extending from either side of it.  Jim picked it up to examine it further.  From the back of the rectangle extended a large, rubber penis shaped shaft.  It was obviously a gag.  The strap on one side held a buckle with a locked padlock still attached.  The other side had been cut.  A small hole ran through the shaft from the tip to the leather front panel.  “You were wearing this?”  She nodded her head and continued to cry.  “They thought my mouth was taped shut with black duct tape.  They were almost right.”  She gave a fickle laugh.  “Whoever it was told the police they saw me in the window with my mouth taped shut, and then someone pulled me away from it.  Police response time is good in this neighborhood.  They were here within about three minutes of the time I looked out.  They buzzed on the intercom.  I didn’t know what to do.  I had to cut my gag off, but I couldn’t cut anything else.  It’s all steel.  I tried to just talk to them, but they insisted on coming up and making sure I was alright.”  She started to cry harder again.  Jim increased his hug and pulled her to him again.  “The head cop said that ‘he can now die happy.  He’s finally seen it all’”.  She was in near hysteria now, and her voice rose to a shrill whine.  “This relationship was going so good.  I was going to have a normal boyfriend.  Now you’re going to leave me.”  “I’m not going to leave you” he assured her over and over as she continued to bawl. 

      A half an hour later she was all cried out.  He wiped her eyes one last time with a Kleenex and asked “Can I ask you a few questions?”  “About this?”  She rattled the chains attached to her wrists.  “Yea, that would be the popular topic about now.”  “You think I’m a freak!” she pouted.  “I think that you are a gorgeous, intelligent woman who is really kinky.  I understand all the chains and the gag.  You like to be tied up, but why are you dressed up like a French maid?”  “Because I’m cleaning my house today” she answered seriously.  “Of course, why didn’t I think of that?” he said sarcastically.  She gave him a hint of a smile.  “It’s really hard to explain.”  “Go ahead and try.”  “Okay, I’m sure that you’ve noticed that I’m really hard to motivate.  Especially when it’s something that I really hate to do.  I’ll find any excuse to get out of it, or I’ll quit halfway through it and start doing something else.  House cleaning is one of those things.”  “Your house is always spotless”  “That’s because I have a really hard working made that comes every couple of weeks.”  She gestured to herself.  “It’s me.  I chain myself up and lock the keys away in the box with the timer.  I do the cleaning until the time is up and I can release myself.  Then I masturbate and have a huge string of orgasms while think about how I spent the whole day gagged, restrained, and helpless.”  “You’re never tempted to get off while you are playing Fifi the French maid?”  “I can’t.”  She tapped her crotch and it made a thudding sound.  She lifted her uniform skirt and petticoats to show him.  “It’s a chastity belt.  It’s locked on.  I can’t get it off either, until I get the keys.”  “I stand corrected.  You’re kinky and clever” he told her.  “I used to just wear a pair of denim overalls.  I’d put a big piece of foam rubber down there, and use a piece of chain through the belt loops and my crotch as part of my restraints.  I always managed to manipulate it around enough to get off.”  She gave him a sheepish grin.  “That’s when I went shopping on the internet.  The chastity belt solved that problem.  It’s impossible to get off, or even stimulate myself with it on.  I’m also double plugged.”  “Double plugged?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows.  “You know one plug in either hole.  It keeps me horny as hell.  I would have shredded your clothes by now if I thought there was any chance of sexual contact.  I also have a clamp on my clit and either nipple.”  “A clamp?” he echoed.  “Well, not really a clamp.  They’re more like clips.  They don’t really hurt, just more of a constant pressure.  If they were too tight, everything would go numb, and trust me they don’t.  I know those suckers are on every second I’m like this.”  She tapped her right breast and it made a clicking sound.  “Hard plastic cups.  It’s actually a chastity corset.  There’s a built in breast harness.  Like I said, I can’t get to anything.  I found the corset about the same time as the maid’s uniform.  They kind of go together.  The uniform has small slits at the waist.  I padlock the corset to the waist chain on either side.”  She showed him.  “Between the collar and the corset, I can’t get the uniform off without the keys either.  The gloves are attached up inside the sleeves.  About all I could do is shred my stockings.  I haven’t figured out how to lock them on yet” she said with a big grin.  “Or your shoes.  Those are some pretty high heels.  Your legs look great in them” he complimented.  “Practice makes perfect, but I can’t take them off either.”  She lifted her fettered leg and placed her shoe in his lap.  Around each ankle was an additional thin chain that Jim hadn’t noticed.  It was right below the leg iron shackle.  It encircled her ankle and then ran underneath her shoe, just in front of the heel.  The whole arrangement was locked on by but another small padlock.  “They’re called ‘shoe locks’” she explained. 

     “How long have you been doing this?”  “Dressing like a French maid, or tying myself up?”  “Both.”  “I’ve been doing the French maid thing for about two years, but I’ve had the uniform for a little over a year.  My house has never been cleaner.”  “And tying yourself up in general?”  “Since I was about sixteen, maybe even fifteen.  You think I’m a total nut job, don’t you?”  “I have run screaming for the door yet, have I?”

     “Stand up and turn around for me.  I want the full effect of the outfit.”  She obeyed, ending in a mock curtsy.  “You move well in those chains.  How come they’re so restrictive?  How do you manage to get anything done?”  “I’ve worked with different lengths of chains.  This is about as short as I can have them and still get all my work done on time.  I’ve had a lot of practice.”  “And there’s absolutely no way you can get out of that without the keys?”  He put a finger in between a handcuff and her wrist, to see how much give there was.  “No way, without a pair of bolt cutters, and for that reason, I don’t own a pair.  The temptation could be too great. You have no idea how horny I am right now, and it’s only been a couple of hours.”  “I like the outfit.  It’s sexy as hell.”  “How about the chains?”  “I think that I can deal with those too” he told her, picking up the gag.  “Open your mouth.”  He put the tip of the black shaft to her lips.  “It won’t work.  I cut the strap.  I have another one just like it, but without the hole in the center.”  “What’s the hole for?”  “So I can breath easier than just through my nose.  I can also drink through it using a straw.  It’s for long term wear.”  “How long were you going to wear it for?”  She looked at the clock on her DVD player.  “Another six hours, or so.  Eight hours total.”  “Open up.  I just want to see you take it all.  It looks huge.”  He put it to her mouth again.  When her lips parted, he pushed it in, slowly at first, but then in one motion, he moved behind her, covered the leather front piece with his hand, and pushed the gag home.  He realized that the leather rectangle on the front was filled with foam rubber.  It not only held the gag in place, but it formed to her face, sealing her lips.  She struggled for a moment, pulling her wrists against the waist chain, but then gave a muted moan and fell silent.  “This thing works pretty well.  I could get use to keeping you quiet whenever I want.  Scream as loud as you can for me.”  She did, and it came out as a garbled mumble.  “Wow!  This works great!  You told me once that the only way to really keep you quiet was to gag you.  I guess that you weren’t kidding.”  She nodded her head as much as the posture collar would allow.  “I’m also guessing that you have a whole treasure trove of bondage equipment stashed away around this place.”  She gave another half nod.  “And you were scared to tell me about it, weren’t you?”  She didn’t nod or shake her head.  “Are you going to take the fifth on that one?”  She indicated she would.  “This is the most I’ve talked in a conversation without you interrupting since I’ve met you” he said with obvious glee.  “We’re now going to go into the bedroom, and you’re going to show me all the kinky things that lurk there.  The things that embarrass you, and make you think you’re a freak.  I’ll make up my own mind.”  He led her to the bedroom, and removed the gag when they got there.

     She showed him everything.  All of her kinky outfits and clothes, every chain, rope, and strap.  All of the hoods, gags, and blindfolds.  She even showed him the leather single glove and strait jacket.  “You obviously can’t use some of these alone.  Have you told other boyfriends about this?”  “Well, not right from the start, but later in the relationship.  That’s usually what ends it.  Either they freak out and bolt right away, or they just want to tie me up and beat me senseless.  Then I end up breaking it off.  I’ve never showed any of them everything like this.”  “Beat you what?”  She went to the closet and brought out a red Rubbermaid box that looked like it was made to store sweaters.  She opened the lid, and dumped the contents onto the bed.  It was filled with small whips, floggers, paddles, and even a riding crop or two.  Jim picked up one that looked like a leather covered ping pong paddle.  “You liked to get spanked?”  “Sometimes I do, but not to the point of injury.”  “How about right now?”  “You could if you wanted to.”  “I could do anything I want, if I wanted to.  Try to remember that you’re all chained up and helpless.”  He slapped the paddle against the palm of his hand.  “Do you want to get spanked right now?”  “Spankings always make me horny, and I’m already really horny, so I guess it doesn’t matter.  You can give me a few swats if you want to try it.”  “I think I will” he said with a grin.  “I was afraid you’d say that.”  “But you just told me too?” he said, very confused.  “I’m kidding.  Relax, and have fun.  How do you want me?” she asked.  “I’m kind of new at this.  Whatever you think is best.” 

     She cleared the bed, and stacked a couple of pillows, one on top of the other, then laid on them with the stack just under her stomach.  This caused her ass to jut out like an offering.  “You’ll have to do my skirt.  I can’t reach it” she told him.  He pulled the leather uniform skirt and the petticoats out of the way.  “Between the strap running up your ass cheeks, and the garter belt straps, this really makes a nice picture.”  “Thank you, I think.”  “Trust me, it was a compliment.  Which one of these hurts the most?”  “Just use the one you have.  Does it really matter?”  “I asked you a question” he said sternly.  “It depends where it hits me.”  “Now we’re playing word games.  Okay, I’ll bite.  Where do you usually get hit?”  “I didn’t mean it like that.  I usually get hit on my butt, but sometimes on my thighs or breasts.  At other times on my back with floggers and whips.  I’ve even had my pussy and clit whipped.  I don’t like that at all, but when you’re tied so tight, you can’t move a muscle, and you’re gagged, it’s hard to complain much.”  “On a scale of one to ten, what would you call the paddle I have in my hand?”  “That’s a six or a seven, but it also depends on the number of swats.  Even the lightest paddle is really going to begin to sting after a while.  Also, if my skin was wet, it would go up to an eight or nine.”  “So it would hurt more if your skin was wet?  I can figure out on my own that the more I hit you, the more it will hurt.”  “Yes, with some paddles it does.  It has to be something that makes real direct contact.  With something like a flogger, moisture wouldn’t matter.”  “See, I’m learning a lot.  You said ‘gagged’.  Should I gag you for this?  Are we going to have the police here again?”  “How many are you going to give me?  I can take a few.”  “I’ll give you two.”  “I’ll be fine.”

     “Ready?”  “Yes.”  The paddle came down on her left buttock with a resounding crack.  “How was that?” he asked.  She giggled.  “That sounded good, but a six year old could hit me harder.  Put your arm into it.  I’m not going to break.”  Crack.  She yelped.  “Okay, that’s more like it.  I’m going to be felling that one later.”  Crack.  “Ouch! Hey, you said that you were only going to give me two!”  “The first one was only for practice.  I didn’t want one side to feel cheated.  From the redness, I’d say that it was about even.  What do you think?”  She slid her hands back and covered her cheeks.  They were warm, as she rubbed them.  “I’d say that you’re a quick learner.  Are we done yet?”  “That’s all folks, unless you want more.”  “That will do fine for now.  Help me up.”  Her took her hand, and pulled her to her feet.  “What’s with these gloves?  They feel funny.”  “They’re not regular shoulder length leather gloves.  They are a restraint in themselves.  They have extra padding in the fingers.  It’s supposed to make it harder to untie knots.  I use them to make it harder to do my work.  It’s kind of a bondage challenge.  “Hey, you’ve got a stiffy!”  She could see the bulge in the front of his jeans.  She reached out and squeezed it.  “You’re hard as a rock.  I don’t think you’ve ever been this hard when we’ve had sex.  This really turns you on, doesn’t it?”  “Yea, I guess it kind of does.”  “Kind of?”  She squeezed him again and he began to blush.  “Maybe I need to put that gag back in your mouth.”  “Don’t be embarrassed, honey.  I’m the one who’s all chained up in a leather French maid’s uniform.  If you gag me, I can’t use my mouth.  Just because my holes are filled, doesn’t mean I can’t take care of you.”  She dropped to her knees and nuzzled his erection through his jeans with her mouth.  “Blindfold me.  I promise not to disappoint you.”  He took a black leather blindfold out of one of the restraint containers of the bed, and buckled it securely around her eyes.  “Perfect.  I want to feel really helpless.  Now handcuff me.  The steel restraints are in the blue bin.”  “You’re already handcuffed.”  “No, I mean another pair.  Lock my wrists together behind my back.”  “Then you’ll be stuck like that until the timer opens the lock box.”  “No, the ones I’m wearing are different.  These are my regular cuffs.  The keys are in there with them.”  She held out her wrists behind her blindly.  “See the red dot next to the keyhole on these?”  He looked, and he did.  “All of the handcuffs, shackles, and padlocks that I’m wearing have a little red dot next to the keyhole.  All of the keys that match the restraints with red dots are on a key ring with a red dot on it.  Those are the keys that are locked up.  Just use a different color.  I have three different colors of handcuffs and leg irons, and five different colors for the padlocks.”  Jim looked through the bin, and told her that he understood.  He understood better than she thought.  In a few moments, she not only had her hands handcuffed behind her, but a second set captured her ankles, holding them a few inches apart.  To insure that she stayed in the kneeling position, he ran the chain on the handcuffs through the leg iron chain before securing her wrists.  When she realized what he had done, she told him “This may work out better than I ever imagined”.

     

 

 

 

 

 

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